Chapter Seventeen

LIANA’S POV

Just then, my phone rang. It was a message.

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Simon: Finallynded. Come pick me up at the airport. I’m putting on a white polo and jeans.

My heart skipped. My stomach twisted with guilt. I hadn’t even had the time to respond before it rang. His name lit up the

screenb. /b

I answered.

“Hey baby,” Simon’s voice was soft and full of excitement. “I’m finally here. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you. have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

I swallowed hard. My voice was trembling. “Simon… I-”

Before I could say anything else, the phone was snatched from my hand.

“What the hell-” I turned in shock.

Killian put the phone to his ear. “She’s noting to pick you up.”

I lunged at him. “Give it back! Killian, stop it!”

He held the phone out of my reach.

“This is Killian,” he continued calmly. “And Liana is mine. I don’t know what she told you, but I’m not letting her

yourself a favor and forget about her.”

“Kiilian! Give me my phoneb!/bb” /bbI /byelled, trying to grab it, but he shifted, as if evading me effortlessly.

bOnce /bhe was done, he cut the call and handed the phone back to me.

“What was thatb?!/bb” /bI snapped.

He looked at me as if I was being unreasonable. “I told you to break up with him. You didn’t. I’m just helping you

easier. Now he knows byou’re /boff–limits.”

b“/bYou’re insaneb!/bb” /b

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward his carb. /b

Youolligo. So do/li/ol

“Killian! What is it with you and forcing me to do things I don’t want to do?! Leave me the bheck /balone! Go deal with your wife!b” /b

He didn’t say anything. bJust /bpushed me into the carb, /bshut the doorb, /band started the engine.

His phone rang

Cynthia

He cut the call

She called again.

He cut it again.

On the third ring, I snatched the phone.

“Liana, drop it,” Killian ordered, eyes focused on the road.

“No.”

“Drop the fucking phone, Liana! Fucking drop it!”

I pressed answer.

“KILLIAN! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY A DIVORCE?! HUH? YOU KNOW I’M PREGNA-”

Killian snatched the phone from my hand and ended the call. His jaw

My heart was racing.

clenched as he tossed it into the back seat.

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Divorce?

Pregnant?

Cynthia was pregnant?

And he was divorcing her?

I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

He parked the car in front of hispany building.

I sat there, staring at the dashboard, trying to find the words.

“You… she’s pregnant, Killian,” I said finally, my voice was quite small. “And you’re here dragging me around like some

fucking prizeb./b”

“Liana-”

b“/bNo! We’re talking about this.”

He sighed and reached for the door handle.

“You bdon’t /bwant to talk about it?” I snapped. “Well, too bad. We’re talking. Now.”

“Liana-”

“She’s your wife. She’s carrying your child. And instead of being with herb, /byou’re stalking me. You’re controlling my life. You’re calling my boyfriend. You’re getting me fired. You’re showing up at my doorstep like a damn ghost. What the hell is

wrong with you?!”

His jaw tightened

“Killian, answer meb!/bb” /b

He didn’t. He opened the bdoor/b.

I reached across and grabbed his arm. “I said answer meb!/bb” /b

He yanked his arm free. “Why can’t you just leave bit /baloneb?!/bb” /b

“Because it makes no damn sense!b” /bI shouted “You’re trying to ruin my life while ignoring the one you’re supposed to be building!”

“I never wanted that life!”

“Then why get her pregnantb?!/bb” /b

“I didn’t!”

I stared at him.

His chest was rising and falling like he’d been holding everything in.

b“You /bwant to knowb?!/bb” /bhe yelled. “Fine. Yes. She’s pregnant. Yes, she’s supposed to be my wife. Yes, I’m divorcing her.”

I blinked, breath caught.

“Because the baby she’s carrying doesn’t belong to me!!”